"Is it going too far to write that you love someone more than yourself? When my brother smiled, the whole world smiled."
My first time reading Baudoin; I have looked at some of his work that looked rather different 2-3 years ago--and this is newly translated into English for a publication by New York Review Comics. It's--I'm told--unusual in style for him, and more accessible than most of his other works. Loosely sketched, it's a loving memoir of Edmond and his younger brother Pierre, or Piero. A love letter to his brother, really; a story by Edmond of how their lives together were shaped by that early relationship.
Born in Nice in 1942, Edmond and his younger brother drew all the time, but their father could only afford to send one of the brothers to art school, so he sent Piero; Edmond went into the army and became an accountant until he was 33, and then finally turned to art. Piero had since quit the art world, disillusioned (though he later became an interior designer). But the book focuses on the mostly wonderful times they had growing up--a touch of magical realism depicts them flying over ther home town, seeing everything from a distance. The story, such as it is, is less a coherent story than a series of remembrances, but it made me think of my own neighborhood--I lived on a dead-end street, and had lots of friends to play with every day--The Dickinson Street Boys Club, we called it--and my good life with my closest and younger sister N, who also was an artist (I was always the writer), who like Piero left the art world but became an interior designer.
The sketchy art style is meant, I take it, to reflect the quick sketch style that the boys would have employed as friends asked them to draw--they were asked by a girl to draw James Dean, and Edmond became jealous of him!--but it feels expressive, as loose and free as their lives together. Being separated as they got older, the disillusionment of the adult world, and the art world, that comes later. When they were young, they had each other, and drawing.